"Who can know what effect our smallest acts of kindness may have on others? Perhaps the most important contribution of Mother Teresa, who serves the most destitute and neglected, is that she instills in those who have been abandoned the realization that they too are loved."
~ Sant Darshan Singh Ji Maharaj ~
Panda Pig's Peace Sanctuary exists so that abandoned, neglected, sick, and dying guinea pigs may experience that they, too, are cherished and loved!

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Sunday, December 2, 2012

Shelter From The Storm...

It was the best of days (not raining.)It was the worst of days: predictedrain, wind gusts exceeding 60 mph,floods, snow at low elevations, typicalPacific Northwest "fall weather" whenANYTHING can happen within 60 seconds.Still, the stout and hardy amongst usshall not be THWARTED: OFF WE GO!

Shall we go Up or Down to the Sea?

To the sea it is, then! And a tide rushingin as winds pick up...what will happen?

Ask the wise remnants of a once-mightytree, blown down by the Gusts of Fall...weathered, yet stories to tell,of how it fell. And how we might, too,in the Winds of Autumn on Bellingham Bay.

So far, so good, but winds picking up.

And tides rushing in over weatheredsandstone boulders whose natural fingerholdsmake our coast totally rad for rock-climbing!Once, though, while bouldering(ropeless climbing) and traversing (climbing ropeless/sideways like spider) along a gentle beach cliff miles north of here...~It was so exhilarating! ~ sorta didn't notice: (DEATH?) the tidecoming IN while I'still climbing OUT, and UPcame the water towards me: beach and rocks rapidly covered in roiling surf below.Moral of Story: don't boulder stupid!Know the tide tables...Still, these smooth, natural holds invitehuman hands to become One with -Rock-Earth-Sea-Sky-Islands-Clouds-This I know for sure.(KNOW THE TIDE TABLES.)

So up and onto the Trail overBellingham Bay go the cyclists,the joggers, the walkers, well, HEY!

Until gusts of wind and rain reduceus to shivering timbers ~

And dripping wet-cold-FREEZING,we wander Home Again...

Into the welcome, warm "Wheeks!" of lil'Squirrel: my Shelter from the Storm. YO!-Pig-on-my-tummy...i find You SO Yummy!

"She's full of it! Don't heed a word!Once that Gore-Tex dries outShe'll be gone like a bird."I am Vinny and I approve this WHEATGRASS!